<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> I sat on the deck on a late August evening and watched. Psalms reminds me to be still and know. A field cricket, nearly as black as a crow, moved past me. The sky over the yard was filled with hunters. Dragonflies flew the lowest, swallows filled the middle lane and common nighthawks took the highest sky road. What brought these mighty Nimrods to my neck of the woods? In the Bible, Nimrod was a mighty hunter. They were feasting upon swarms of what I've heard referred to as flying plankton — ant swarms. </span><br><br><div dir="ltr">Al Batt</div><div dir="ltr">Your Hartland correspondent</div><div dir="ltr">Freeborn County</div><div dir="ltr"><br><div><h1 class="quoteText" style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-weight: normal; padding: 0px; line-height: 21px;"><br></h1></div></div></body></html>